Baseball and Classicism
“Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it
And no one is going to give me money”
“Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it
And no one is going to give me money”
“I could tell they were father and son,
the air between them slack, as though
they hardly noticed one another.”
“For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord”
“We don’t lack people here on the Northern coast,
But they are people one meets, not people one cares for.”
“I pass a woman on the beach.
We both wear graying hair,
feel sand between our toes,
hear surf, and see blue sky.”
“The first warm day,
and by mid-afternoon
the snow is no more
than a washing
strewn over the yards”
“First day of February,
and in the far corner of the yard
the Adirondack chair,
blown over by the wind at Christmas,
is still on its back,”
“Take the fly, angel
of the ordinary house, laying its bright
eggs on the trash, pressing each jewel out
delicately along a crust of buttered toast.”
“There is big excitement in C block today.
On the window sill,
in a plastic ice cream cup
a little plant is growing.”
“we all went to town one day
went to a store”
“Confess: it’s my profession
that alarms you.
This is why few people ask me to dinner,
though Lord knows I don’t go out of my way to be scary.”
I used to think the land
had something to say to us,
back when wildflowers
would come right up to your hand
as if they were tame.
“The child walks between her father and mother,
holding their hands. She makes the shape of the y“
“After every war
someone has to clean up.”
“The curtain parts one last time
and the ones who killed…”